June 14th 2012 10:45 am
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Well, Gunnie and I are happy campsterers, but mama is not. Early this mornin mama took me and Guns down to the campster. She brought all our cool stuff; beds, toys, foodies, and water. We got a speshl potty called the travelerin potty that stays in the campster. It even gots a lid! Mama opened the blinds so we could see out one of the windows, and she turned on our fav-rit radio station so we could have music.
A coupla hours later the guys comed to put in our new floor in the kitchen and entryway. After they gotted the stove and frigerator moved into the dinin room, Billy the floor guy started checkin the "materials" they ordered for him. The baserboard is not tall enuff to cover up where the old baserboard was, so they told mama they will put in "quarter round" to make the baserboard higher. That was OK with mama, but then Billy founded out there was not enough "transition" pieces for where the new floor meets our rug. Everything seems to be goin wronged, and Billy has been on the phone for a very long time tryin to solve the problems. Billy says he is stucked on Monday, even though it is Thursday. Poor Billy; he did not make the mistakes, but he is the one who has to pollergize to the customers when things are not right. Mama says that is not fair. Our whole dinin room kitchen, livin room, and office are all "wrong" cuz there is stuff layin everywhere on the floor, and our house is terbl messy, and there are things Guns and I catnot get into cuz they could break or we could get hurt. Mama is not happy bout stuff not gettin done today cuz they said it would only take one day.
Guns and I do not know how it will turn out, but we are happy we are campsterin far away from mama's temper. Maybee we will not hire these people to do our bathyroom floor after all...
June 12th 2012 10:36 am
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Hey, who needs a playmate? Not me... My bruther, Gunnie, likes to ressel and stuff, but he does not play so much with our toys. I say the toys are mine, ALL mine! I was jellus last night when Gunnie was playerin with the Skinneez skwirl. Mama founded him under the bed and brought him out in the livin room (the skwirl, not Gunnie).
When I am in a playerin mood, and that is mostly every mornin, I go to the dinin room. Our little basket of kitty toys tips over real easy, so I help it tip over so the toys will spill out all over the floor. That makes it easy for me to find the purrfect toy for playerin. My newerest fav-rits are the little foam balls. They bounce and roll real easy, and they do not hurt the walls or furnitures cuz they bounce right off. They also do not hurt mama's feets if she steppers on em. I like to chase and bat the little foam balls all over the house. Mama finds em everywhere; in the dinin room, in the livin room, in the hall, and under the big bed. I make mama laff when she throws one of the balls for me cuz I watch it go while I am croucherin and butt wigglerin. Then I take off like a rocket and run as fast as I can after the ball.
Shoes! I love shoes! When I get tired of playerin with the kitty toys, I attack mama's shoes by the back door. I jump on the shoes and grab onto em and knock em over. Sumtimes I hold em to my tummy and bunny kick em. Then I play with the laces. Sumtimes I even drag the shoes part way down the hall.
Rugs! I love rugs! When I get tired of playerin with the shoes, I skrinkl the little throw rug all up. I run at it and dive into it and push it into a heap. It is so fun. I play and play and play sumtimes until I am so very, very tired I have to nap all afternoon.
So...why do ya spose mama calls me the play maniac? :)
June 2nd 2012 11:57 am
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Eeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwww! I am NOT a punkin eater! Punkin is yucky and stinky and orange, and I do not like it.
See, it is all Gunnie's fault. Mama thot Gunnie and I needed more fiber cuz our Tasty Wild Stuff (Taste of the Wild) onliest has half as much fiber as our old foodies. Mama looked and looked until she findered the plain old canned punkin. The silly peeples at the store do not even know where to keep the regular punkins. They put it next to the pie fillerin and bakerin stuff. Anyway, mama brought me and Gunnie Libby's 100% pure punkin. The can is HUGEST! Ooh, it is just so horbl.
Mama comed home and opened this hugest can of yucky orange stinky stuff, and then she putted some in Gunnie's dishy and some in mine. I took one sniffy and runned far, far away. When I comed back into the kitchen, Gunnie had eatered all the punkins, his and mine too. Thank you, bruther cat!
The next mornin when Gunnie and I were real hungry cuz we did not have our breakerfast yet, mama put more punkin in my dishy and put me in the bathyroom. Then she closed the door and left me inside with that nasty stinky punkin. After years of bein locked in with the punkin, mama comed in. Yeppers, the punkin was still in the dishy, and I was so hungry I was cryin for breakerfast.
Now mama puts the punkin in both dishies, but I just wait for Gunnie to eat his and mine too. It is two whole teaspoons full. Then after the punkins diss-pear, we get our yummy breakerfast.
I gotta tell ya; I am REAL happy my bruther cat likes punkin!
May 25th 2012 9:28 pm
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Hey, ya know mama always thought Gunnie was the growlerer kitty round here? In the night when mama woke up and thought sumbuddy was in our house sides us, she thought Gunnie was growlerin to pertect us. Nu-uh. It was me!
Yesterday mama and I were in the bathyroom. Mama was takin her medsins, and I was helpsterin. There was a loud noise outside, and I started growlerin like a junker yard dawg and runned to the bathyroom door and started lookin in the hall tryin to find the noise.
See, boy cats are not the onliest ones who can pertect their house and their mama. I am the growlerin princess Peekie. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
May 7th 2012 5:49 pm
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Do not beleeve what my bruther cat sez. I did NOT drownder the Skinneez skwirl! This is what really happened. The skwirl was hidin, and I finded him. Then I started chaserin him. He ran out into the hall, and I pounced on him, but I onliest got his tail. He screamed in terror. What happened next is pretty horrorfyin. He gave a huge skwirl leap, and he jumped right into our water dishy. I never touched him. Well, OK, I did try to rescue him, but I was too late. I even tried to reviver him, but he was such a bad swimmer that he drowndered before I could haul his little skwirl butt outta the water. After I could not make him better, I just left him layin there. What else could I do? I am just happy mama was able to do her miracle and make the sqwirl OK again.
Oops, he just ran past. Silly skwirl. I gotta go chaser him again..
May 4th 2012 3:34 pm
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After three whole doses of the TERBL medsins, mama finally got my yummy corn oil cyclosporine back. Yay!!!!!!!!!!!! Mama figured if she did not call and poke the peeples at Best Friends with a sharp stick, I might be without my good medsins until auntie Serena comes back on Tuesday. Mama always tries to be nice, but she says if they think she is a pain, that is too darned bad cuz it's not bout mama and it's not bout Best Friends; it is all bout the Peekster. That's me. :) The FedEx truck left my medsins today, so mama drove to town right away to get em.
When mama comed home, she got the medsins ready, but I was kinda spishus. Mama let me smell it, and it was my yummy corn oil medsins that I cry for. I ate the medsins right up and licked my lips. Too yummy! No more runnin, hidin, or wet bib and no giant spits flyin all over. I am one happy little girl!
P.S. My medsins comed all the way from Arizona.
May 2nd 2012 12:48 pm
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The speshl medsins finally comed for me. Mama was tryin and tryin to get the last drops outta my old bottle. The new medsin is Atopica by Novartis. Why do peeples use such big words? Anyway, it is kinda new, and Dr. Unkl Mike told mama the company says 9 out of 10 kitties like it just fine. I am number 10...
Sunday mornin mama gave me the first dose. She did not like the bottle and syringe thingie. When she tipped up the bottle with the pointy thing inside the hole, drops of the real spensive medsins started leakin out, so she had to try and read the thingie upside down. She got the medsin ready and sniffied it. Mama thought it smelled nice like flowers.
Mama got me and gave me the medsins. I started gettin real wild and tried to get away from mama, so she thought she would let me calm down. I think I made it pretty clear it tasted TERBL, but when mama looked at me a coupla minutes later, I was foamin at the mouth. Mama tried to catch me, but why let mama be mean to me again, so I started runnin. I went flyin up the hall with a big long spit thingie goin everywhere. It was one of the most awfulerest things that ever happened to me...EVER.
Now Dr. Unkl Mike is tryin to get my old medsins for me, but today I had to have MORE of the terblest stuff. Mama felt real bad; she did not wanna hafta give me any more, but I need the medsins real bad every single day.
I sure hope the medsin makin peeples are working real fast. I WANT MY OLD MEDSINS BACK, and I am not takin no for an answer.
April 22nd 2012 10:06 pm
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I am gettin speshl medsins! Mama called Best Friends Animal Hospital last week and told the nice peoples I needed more medsins. Later that day auntie Serena called mama back and said Dr. Unkl Mike found a company that makes speshl cyclosporine just for kitties! Mostly dawgs take the medsins, but some dokters been givin it to kitties for years. Anyway, the medsins is mixed in "somethin" that 9 out of 10 kitties like. Am I one of the 9 kitties? Well, we will just have to see. Mama asked if the speshl kitty medsin was liquid. Yes. Does it cost bout the same as the nuther stuff? Yes. Can we get just a little bit to see if she likes it? No. Then what do I do when she won't take it? Well, Unkl Dr. Mike will make it right.
Unkl Dr. Mike sez that I, Peekaboo Marie, am a "perfect candidate" to try out the new medsins. If I will not take it, mama does not have to pay, and we can get the old stuff back.
So, the question is...Will I or won't I?
To be continued...
March 21st 2012 2:45 pm
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Awhile back mama deescovered some bumps on my lower jaw. She wondered why she never noticed em before. Mama asked daddy to feel the bumps, and daddy said they were not bone. Mama got VERY scared and called Dr. Unkl Mike's office right away. Then we waitered for almost a week. I was not scared at all, but mama was crazy scared. She could not even sleep sometimes cuz she was so scared. Finally it was time for my pointment, and mama and daddy took me to see Unkl.
After all mama's bein scared and not sleepsterin, Unkl chucklered and said it was just reglar stuff flarin up again in a diffrunt way. Unkl scraped off a scab and made a slider thingie to look at. Then he tooked a needle and poked it in my lip. He said it was somethin sorta like akker-punkshur. It did not hurt until he pulled it out. Unkl went to look at my stuff under a microscope thingie, and when he comed back he told mama it was full of eosinophils, whatever those long word thingies are, and not to worry; the medsins would fix it.
Now I am takin two medsins, my reglar medsins and my mergency medsins, and I am already almost back to normal. Mama was so happy when we left that she was dancin around and embarrassin the rest of us (me and daddy).
I kept tellin mama I was fine. I was playin and eatin and doin all the nuther stuffs that normal kitties do. I guess mama is just a worry wart. :)
March 7th 2012 1:01 pm
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Thanks to the anony-mouse guys from the Dreamgirls group for my pretty rose and the Peekaboo Pink ribbony picture. Pink is my color. YAY!!!
P.S. Gunnie still does not think I am dreamy.
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